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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I can no longer remember what it's like to not be thirsty.

Via tandem in 93 degree weather: 50 miles to my childhood home in Monrovia, then back again.

Still exhausted during sailing class yesterday morning, Nico kept waking me from my slumber...everytime a wave hit the dock she'd yell: "Somebody's here!"

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